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Life is Strange: Chloe x Max (2 of 2)

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Continuing List of Favorite Video Game Characters: Max Caufield, Life is Strange

“And I caused this… I caused all of this.”

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gUESS WHO REMEMBERED THIS ACCOUNT???? ME

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guess who's muse isn’t dead? miiine. ugh, i need to write starters here

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I hate for my first post of the day to be this sort of one, but I guess this is how my day is going to shape up. My sister was in a car accident this morn- ing, more like wreck since I am under the impression we don’t have a car  anymore. She’s currently up at the U of M, in ER, and I believe she didn’t sustain serious injuries, but they still want to do testes. If I seem kind of  detached today, this is most likely the reason one. I know everyone’s  religious preference is different but, please keep my immediate family in your thoughts/prayers as we progress through this time together.

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“The sooner you help out instead bitching about  everything, the sooner we’ll be done, Kate.”

“ whatever, man. can we just get this project  over with as soon as possible, Cau – Max.”

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“ I hate the idea of us being paired together just as  much as you do, but you’re stuck with me. Deal with  it, Caulfield.”

“You know, I’m not overly bothered by it. What is going to bother me, and real fast, is you calling me by my  last name.”

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Sliding her now lukewarm coffee toward himself, Max avoids looking at Nathan and fights the urge to square her shoulders; she always did things to make herself seem bigger because she often felt so small - that’s beside the point. 

“With simple facts, and maybe your right. Since Daddy owns the town you think you’re exempt form the law or as if the rules don’t apply to you. It’s annoying as hell, but that’s a conversation for a different time.” Blue eyes watch as the boy presses his hands to his skull. How can someone so young be so troubled? 

“I--” and she chokes. Does she really want to delve into this conversation? It would seem. “I don’t think you’re entirely capable of doing something like that of your own will. I understand you might have this ... Superiority complex and that’s okay. Kate Marsh is one of the sweetest people in Arcadia Bay--”

Relax, Max. You said you weren’t going to get mad at him. “I don’t believe you WANTED to hurt her. I don’t even think it was entirely your idea; there’s a middle man somewhere and I’m going to find out who that is. You... You know I’ve seen some of your pictures, Nathan, and, for a while, I actually admired them. You present things in an eerie manner, but in such a way that the looker doesn’t want to look away. Once upon a time, you were a good person.  I’m not even going give you the ‘fell in the wrong crowd’ speech because I don’t feel like that’s it. I don’t even feel drugs even changed you like this. Someone fucked with your psyche and for that, I’m truly sorry.”

He laughs. It’s a small laugh, quiet. She would have taken him down? Fucking hilarious. How? His father basically owed the entire town. No one could take him down. A scowl rested back onto his face. He wanted her to give a shit. A part of her even wanted her to catch Mark. Maybe then she could tell him he was a victim too. But he wasn’t. Or was he? It was impossible to get straight in his head now. He was a murderer, after all? That was him. Not Mark.

“How could you have taken me down Max?” He shakes his head, as if the entire notion is absurd. His fingers are twitching again. Shaking still, he took a last drink of his coffee. “My dad owns this place. It’s not like… Like anyone can touch me.”

He wanted to believe what she said. Maybe she was being honest. Maybe she wanted his side of the story. Maybe she wasn’t as cruel and selfish as everyone else, as he was. He felt so conflicted. He had changed from anger to broken again. Now his face was in his hands, as if adding pressure to his skull would ease the pain in his brain.

“Why do you think it’s not my fault?”

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He rests his elbows on the table, feeling oh so small. She saw him meltdown, now she thinks he’s weak. Or rather, she KNOWS he’s weak. He needed to put his mask back on. Build his tin foil armor again. He gives a small eye roll, only making contact with hers for a moment before directing them anywhere else again. She knew about the gun. That was obvious. He was sure Price told her about him drugging her, and she probably thought he did something to Kate too.

“Don’t bullshit me.” His tone is harsh. Typical of him. Strangely enough, in this moment, he feels ashamed. He was pathetic. He followed Mark Jefferson like a lost puppy. No matter how many times he was burned, he kept coming back. It was just like the cocaine. At first it was so sweet, then it wasn’t. Know he was doing all he could just to feel the way he did at the start again. Except the cocaine never made him feel dead inside. Maybe having him try coke was the nicest thing Mark did for him.

“You think I hurt Chloe Price and Kate Marsh. That’s the only reason you’re here. You think I’m a scumbag or some sort of fucking monster. You hate me and want to get something to hurt me. Don’t pretend you give a single fuck about me, Max. I know you don’t. No one does. No one ever will. I’m just the rich kid that has everything he wants. You don’t care what I’m going through at all.”

For a moment, a very long moment, Max just blankly stares at Nathan. She was real tired of trying to help people and having it be thrown back in her face. While she calms down, she bows her head and takes several deep breaths to calm herself. 

“You know what?” Something snapped. Max has had it to the brim and the dam was starting to flow. “You want to know what I saw, Nathan? I saw YOU with a gun. An actual, real gun. With my own two eyes..” She stops there, excluding him shooting Chloe and her rewinding time. This was all bound to happen at some point.

“Do I think you have something to do with what happened to Kate? Yes. Do I think it’s entirely your fault? Of course not.” She’s trying to reign herself as much as she can; she’s not mad. Well, she is but not for the obvious reasons. “Nathan, if I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here. If I hated you and was trying to take you down, I would have done so by now.”

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  He’s still fucking nervous. He gazes at her until she sits back down, then he averts his eyes. He doesn’t want to be so exposed again. God, that was pathetic. He was supposed to be stronger than that. Men don’t have meltdowns, and Prescotts are supposed to be almost more than men. He never really fit with either group. Lately, Nathan was seeing himself as less than human. And that scared the shit out of him.

  He takes a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves. He was afraid of talking to her. He didn’t want to reveal too much. Still, was this some sort of cry for help? As if that would do any good. If anyone saw what was under his skin, they would burn him. He was a murderer, after all. The thought of what he was made his stomach hurt. It makes him feel like throwing up.

  He shifted his weight, laying one hand atop the other to keep them from shaking. Well, visibly shaking. Maybe it would be less noticeable. “You’ve been asking around about me, huh? I know what you think you saw in the bathroom. So what exactly do you want from me? What do you think I did?”

How does she even go about explaining that she saw him kill her best friend and she rewound time to keep it from happening? How does even properly explain the fact that she’s been fucking around with time? Shit. She didn’t even think she would get this far.

“Uh.” Pulling on the sleeves of her jacket, Max bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. No, you came in here feeling so confident, Caufield, don’t you dare go and fuck that up now. direct, to the point. You have it under control.

“What I think and saw isn’t the reason I’m here,” Max finally sighs, wetting her lips as she does so. “I’m just worried about you, Nathan. You’ve been acting spacy as fuck lately and it kind of freaks me out.”

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“I half expected you to get out the measuring tape..”

“Who’d you reckon would win?”

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